Christianity is beautiful thing. It is a life that we didn't plan for. Someone did. Just like we did not plan to live with the people we call family today. It was the accident of birth. Now I cannot tell precisely if it was a real accident, where accident is something we didn't plan for but happened. Or if someone actually planned that you should be in that family you belong to today. Even more than that is the country and continent that we belong to. But someone did know. He is God. He is the master strategist. He has your life's blueprint. Where you were supposed to be born, to whom, how you were supposed to grow up, and perhaps die as a little kid (now am uncertain about that, and I cannot speak authoritatively on that subject) but I do know that all things play into a big plan shaping either our lives or the lives of others, forming ideas and principles for living in some of us, and even for others creating the fabric for their life's future empathy and the results that will follow. Nothing on earth is an accident.
